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Born 3/7/98
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Tinker's Tales Vicious dog, my ass! Shortly after we got little Tinkerbell, Vic's sister-in-law, Mary, had a barbecue at her property in Gold Bar. Now, Gold Bar is way out in the sticks. They've got a couple acres, and there's a mobile home for them to live in, and this enormous garage with an apartment over it in the yard. The garage is plenty big enough for an all-seasons barbecue and with Vic being a musician, live music was a given. We brought the "kids" to the barbecue, for socializing, and because they're our children. There was another rottweiler puppy at the party, and a pit bull that loved to play fetch, so they weren't alone. We had, of course, been working very hard at training Tink's unfortunate behaviors out of her. With all her weird Freudian stuff, we'd had to default to what Vern could teach of of dog-speak, and some passive-aggressive tricks. It turns out, punishing Tink was useless. You could "shame" her, using the death metal growl of shame, or you could ignore her completely. The latter was nearly devastating to her, and she'd do anything to get you to pay attention to her again, even be a good grrr! Well, we'd made good progress wtih Tinker, and we kept them with us, so for the most part, everything went really smooth. Vern knew hand signals as well as voice commands, so I could take him in where the band was playing and let him off lead. Tinkerbell, we kept closer. Well, and she did have the one problem. One of the bikers, who Vic assures me is a fabulous person when sober, was a total ass and completely wasted. The man decided to prove how tough he was by baiting my baby grrrr. Now, Paul felt he wanted to know her temperament, and so he kept a solid hold on her leash, as the man taunted her, and we watched what she'd do. The biker actually tried to get her to attack him -- no joke! His friends were trying to pull him off and he stretched out his hand as far as he could, reaching for her face. My Pretty Princess grabbed his hand with her mouth, held it firm, stared into his eyes for a full 2 seconds, then let go and threw her wet little nose up in the air and ignored him theatrically for the rest of the evening. You know, if Paul and I had been alone, I think we would have died laughing. Apparently, far from being vicious, my baby Grrrr did the worst thing that she could imagine to the man -- she pretended he wasn't there. You should have seen it. Every time he got near her, she'd put her nose in the air and look in the other direction as obviously as a puppy can. Good Grrr!
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